On the Sand [A Jarheads Novel] Page 6

Rock chuckled. “God, you're easy."

  "Which makes us lucky,” murmured Dick, as those warm fingers slid around to play with his nipples, tugging on the ringed one, pinching the other.

  "Just know what I need, huh?” He needed some rest, he couldn't get enough.

  "Yeah, Rabbit.” Rock smile loomed closer, and then his Blue's lips were on his, the kiss long and slow, matched by the almost gentle rolling of Rock's hips against his.

  Oh. Oh, sweet Jesus. This was exactly what he'd been needing, so much that he didn't notice that the lights went out at first. In fact, it was the dogs who alerted him, their barking starting up.

  "Hush now, crazy mutts. We've got the fire.” Then those lips were on his again, not letting him worry, or even care, about the electricity going out.

  Dick stayed busy, too, touching and licking, the two of them keeping him warm as could be. Rig went with it, fingers sliding down Rock's spine, one hand reaching behind to work Dick's cock. His Pretty's breath hitched audibly, followed by a low moan that vibrated against his skin. One of Dick's hands stayed on him, the other moving over Rock.

  A crash of thunder sounded, and Rock grunted, deepening their kiss, distracting him from the noise of the storm. Hot. He was hot, now, burning up, starting to moan and beg, whispering into Rock's lips.

  "That's right, Rig, you know we've got what you need.” Rock's voice simply growled over him, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine, the sound settling right in his balls. Dick's moan echoed his, and the fingers toying with his nipple ring jerked, tugging hard.

  Rig cried out, eyes wide. “More. More, y'all. Please."

  "You want more?” Dick asked, mouth sliding up along his neck, stopping to nibble on his earlobe. “We'll give it to you. Put you on your hands and knees in front of the fire and fuck you from both ends, give you both our pricks at the same time, feed them into your body again and again and again."

  Rock groaned at Dick's words, hips jerking, prick leaving a hot, wet trail as it slid along his belly.

  He damned near shot, shaking hard as he nodded, eyes rolled back in his head. “Uh-huh. Uh-huh."

  "I think he likes the sound of that.” Of course, the thick huskiness in Rock's voice said he liked the sound of it, too. “Been ages since I had that mouth."

  Dick laughed softly. “Yeah, not since this morning. Been longer than that since I've felt Rig's ass around me."

  "Stop talking about it and do it. I fucking need, Marines.” He was on fucking fire.

  Oh, their laughter was fine, and at another time he might appreciate it a little more than he did just now. It was accompanied by movement, though, Rock standing and tugging him up against all those muscles. Dick followed quickly behind, rubbing against his ass.

  They got the blankets sorted, giving him a good cushion for his knees. Goddamn. Their skin all glowed in the firelight, and he could feel their eyes on him, making him feel beautiful and shit, and then Dick's fingers slid down along his spine, tickling and teasing.

  Rock found the lube and tossed it at Dick who settled behind him, between his legs, while that magnificent body moved in front of him.

  "My men.” He groaned, leaned in to lick the tip of Rock's amazing cock, so thick, so wide. His.

  "Fuck, yeah. Love that mouth."

  Dick's touches moved over his skin, just touching him for now, as Rock rubbed the thick cock across his lips, one hand cupping his cheek and sliding over it.

  "Mmm. Blue.” Rig opened, cuddling into Rock's hand, tongue sliding over that shaft.

  "Been too long,” muttered Rock. It had been only been that morning he'd given his usual wake-up call, but his Blue was right, it had been ages since they'd taken their time at it. He didn't hurry a bit, just licked and nuzzled, nibbling the tip, tongue sliding on the shaft, letting the smell and taste of his Blue fill him up, make him hot and happy, deep down.

  All the while, his Pretty was touching him, almost massaging him, shoulders and back, rubbing his spine and squeezing his ass. “So sexy, Rig. You feel so good."

  He did. He felt so good for the first time in days. It was hell getting old.

  Dick kissed his spine as one slippery finger slid over his hole, up and down along his crease, teasing him, making his ass tense up. Rock was teasing, too, sliding the tip of that fat cock in and out of his mouth. He started moving, taking one in and then the other, muscles loose and easy in the firelight.

  "Just look at that,” muttered Rock. “So fucking eager for it."

  "Yeah, sexy as fuck."

  Who was he to argue with that? Eager. Horny. Hungry. Needy. Their slut.

  "Our slut.” Rock's words echoed his thoughts. “Just the way we like him."

  Dick laughed softly, two fingers suddenly pushing in deep.

  "Oh!” He grunted around Rock's prick, swallowing hard, all of the sudden.

  That had Rock jerking, pushing that thick prick deeper, a low moan rumbling from Rock's chest. Dick did it again, and then again, fingers twisting, searching, and finally finding his sweet spot, nailing it. There. There. Oh, fuck him. Right there. Everything went tight and he twisted, groaning and riding that touch as he sucked, trying to get his men inside him.

  Rock kept his cock from going deep, though, hips pulling back, obviously waiting on Dick. Dick was busy taking his time. Two fingers finally became three, pegging him each time they pushed into him.

  Soft sounds started pouring out of him, his thighs starting to shake. So good. So fucking hot.

  "Hurry the fuck up, Dick.” Rock’ s growl came with a push of his hips, the fat cock hitting the back of his throat.

  "Hush, I'm enjoying myself, him.” Dick's fingers slid away, though, that long cock pushing spreading him open.

  Yeah. Yeah. He fucking needed. Now. He swallowed hard, pulling at Rock for all it was worth. Rock and Dick's fingers met on his back and twisted together, resting there as the two of them started working together, pushing into him at the same time, filling him over and over.

  They found a good rhythm, in and out, over and over, the pressure and pleasure just fine as fuck. Rock and Dick thrust deeper and deeper, like they were trying to reach each other through his body. Those sweet as fuck noises of Dick's filled the air, too, telling him it was good for his Pretty. He didn't have to wonder if it was good for Rock. He could taste it in every drop, every bittersalt sip Rock offered him.

  Rock's free hand slid through his curls, over his shoulders, hips moving faster, pushing that fat prick even deeper so that it hit the back of his throat each time.

  "Fuck. Good.” Each word was a growl.

  "Mmmhmm.” Good. Fucking. More. He needed.

  Dick reached around him, fingers circling his cock and tugging roughly in time with each thrust.

  Oh. Oh, he was. Oh. That felt. Rig buried his nose in Rock's pubes, swallowing hard as his ass squeezed Dick's long prick.

  "Rig!” Dick went first, crying out and jerking into him, filling him with glorious heat.

  He was next and Rock followed behind, all of them hot and happy, all of them getting what they needed.

  Dick stayed buried inside him, dropping down to rest over his back while Rock slowly moved in and out of his mouth with slow, shallow strokes, one hand rubbing his cheek. He hummed, cleaning Rock's cock, all of them easing into the blankets.

  Rock spooned up behind him, keeping him warm, while Dick faced him, nuzzling into his neck, stroking his side. It was warm and snuggly and good.

  "Mmm. Can we just stay right here a minute?” Dinner'd stay warm a bit.

  "Don't see why not—nobody's got anywhere to be.” Rock's voice vibrated against his back.

  "Not ‘til tomorrow anyway."

  "I have a hunch you aren't going anywhere tomorrow, kid."

  "Aw ... too bad. No library tomorrow...” Dick grinned at him, and then past him at Rock.

  "Nope. Just the three of us and the pups and the storm.” Perfect. Just perfect.

  Him and his men.

  Chapter Elevenr />
  Dick washed the dishes, singing along to the radio and shaking his ass. It was oldies night on Kfox and wasn't it depressing that all his favorite stuff was oldies now? Nah, he was still the baby.

  Besides, he was nicely full of chicken shish kabobs done on the grill, wild rice and salad. Rock hadn't even complained once—not even about the vegetables on the skewers with the meat. They had a three day ahead of him. He chuckled at himself. It was still a three-day when there was a long weekend and it probably always would be, no matter how long ago he'd gotten out of the corps. He kept shimmying, convinced it was making the dishes come cleaner faster.

  Long, lean heat pressed up against him, hands sliding around his waist. “Mmm ... Pretty. So fine."

  He leaned back into Rig's heat, smile getting bigger. “Hey, Rig. Supper was great."

  Rig nodded. “Y'all both liked it. I'll have to make it more often.” A grin tickled his ear. “Of course, there's a chocolate pie in the fridge as a reward for the big guy eating his veggies."

  "Not only ate—he didn't complain once. Is he feeling all right?"

  "I'm just fine,” growled Rock.

  Dick was pushed against the sink as Rig was pushed against him, Rock's solid hands coming around him, too, holding all three of them together. “I'm on my best behavior."

  Rig chuckled, the sound warm and breathy. “Are you being a good, Rocketman?"

  "I am. I saw the Chocolate pie in the fridge. When was the last time you made that?” Dick grinned at the words. Rock did love his chocolate pie.

  "Mmmm ... couple months ago, I think. When Jack and Sarge flew out."

  "Months,” grumped Rock. “So I was good. I was very good. I even ate the gerbil food you were passing off as potatoes."

  "Yep. You were very good and the pie's just waiting for you, Blue. Real, honest to God whipped cream and everything."

  Rock moaned, the sound making Dick's cock jerk. Oh, fuck, the big guy still had it and he wasn't even moaning over sex but food.

  He did the last dish. “Can the chocolate pie wait a bit?"

  "Mmm ... Someone's wanting.” Rig's thumb traced his cock, tongue hot on his neck.

  Rock snorted. “You're always wanting, Rig."

  Laughing, Dick pushed back with his ass. “I think he meant me."

  "See? I'm not the only slut around here...” Rig pushed up against him, rubbing harder.

  "Hell no,” he moaned, setting his hands on the lip of the sink for leverage and pushing back.

  Rock chuckled. “Good thing there's enough Rocketman for both of you."

  Rig's laughter joined with his, and he turned, Rig's arms wrapping around his neck, those grey eyes dancing. He wrapped one hand around Rig's head, the other sliding back to cup Rock's as he kissed Rig. Rig opened right up, tongue sliding deep, lapping at his lips. He whimpered, the sensations intensifying as Rock joined the kiss and it was all lips and tongues and just so good. Rig's hands cupped their heads, holding him and Rock close, body rubbing against them both.

  "Come on—if I have to wait for pie, I'm gonna do it in comfort.” Rock grabbed their hands and dragged them off to the bedroom. Rig's laughter bounced off the ceiling, the walls, goosing Rock as they went. Rock growled for Rig, strong arming everyone into the bedroom and tossing him and Rig onto the bed.

  Fuck, he loved it when Rock got all growly and he-mannish. Mostly because he knew it made Rig hot, but also because it was sexy as hell. Rig rolled on top of him, smiling lips crashing down on his, hips pressing and sliding that hard cock against his belly.

  Moaning, he started working off Rig's shirt, smiling into the kiss as he met Rock's hands. Rig wriggled, belly rubbing against him, Rig's hands working open his belt buckle.

  Rock chuckled. “Going straight for the gold? That's our slut."

  Dick just writhed happily. Rig's hand worked open his fly, fingers wrapping around his prick and tugging it free. He gasped, hips bucking up. “Fuck!"

  "That's the idea, kid.” Rock's blue eyes grinned down at him from over Rig's shoulder.

  "He's so clever, our Pretty."

  "I think the word you're looking for is horny,” Rock winked down at him and pulled down Rig's jeans and then his own.

  "Horny is good, too. I like horny...” Rig was getting distracted, leaving soft, sucking kisses on his skin.

  He could do distracted. Hell he could anything Rig and Rock wanted with their hands on him, that mouth sending him flying.

  "Fucking sweet...” Rig's lips wrapped around his nipple, tongue sliding in the ring.

  He whimpered, hands wrapping around Rig's head, holding him there.

  Rig pulled harder, hips rocking that hard prick against his thigh. “Reach me the lube, kid."

  He reached up under the pillows, getting the tube and passing it over to Rock.

  "I'm gonna do you while you do the kid, Rig."

  "Mmm ... you have the best plans, Blue.” Rig nipped his skin, breath coming faster.

  "I just know what I like and what you like.” That made him laugh, but the sound was breathless, husky.

  "Mmm ... fucking. Chocolate pie. Fucking. Blow jobs. Steaks."

  Dick laughed harder. “You need to put blow jobs first, Rig."

  "Kid's right.” Rig chuckled. “Gotta love a good morning suck."

  "I do. Every morning."

  Rig pinked, those eyes so pleased, grin happy. Dick grinned up at Rig and pulled him in for a kiss, moaning as Rock's hands spread his legs, thick fingers pushing into him. Rig reached down, finger pushing in alongside Rock's, stretching him.

  "Oh, fuck.” Oh, fuck, it drove him crazy when they did that.

  Rig hummed into their kiss, fingers moving together, pushing deep, inside him. He just lay back and let them send him flying, fingers catching his gland and shaking him to his toes.

  "We're gonna make him come, Blue.” Rig was purring, rubbing, watching him.

  "He doesn't need to be hard for you to fuck him."

  He just moaned his agreement. Rig nodded, licking at his lips, fingers moving faster, harder. He moaned and wriggled, riding their fingers. Fuck it was good. Too good and it wasn't long before he was crying out, coming like a virgin.

  It wasn't a handful of seconds before those fingers were replaced by Rig's heat, Rig's mouth hot and hungry on his own.

  He tilted his hips, pulling Rig's cock deeper. Rig groaned into his mouth, hips starting up a sure, steady rhythm. Moaning, he moved with Rig, cock not even going soft. Rock grunted and Dick reached down, holding Rig's ass open for those thick fingers. Rig slowed, stilling to let Rock have him, shuddering above him.

  Dick moaned, shivering, needing. He repeated the noise as Rock's fingers slid away and he could feel the fat, hot prick sliding into Rig's body.

  "Oh...” Rig's cry was fucking sweet—all about pleasure and sex and want and pure need.

  "Yeah. ‘s fucking good.” He took Rig's mouth, kissed him as Rock settled in deep.

  They started rocking, moving together with an ease of long-time loving, of knowing exactly how each other moved and wanted. Rock's hands were on Rig's hips, thumbs touching his arms as he held Rig. They moved together forever, but it still wasn't long enough before his spine was tingling, balls aching as his cock rubbed between his and Rig's bellies.

  Rock knew, as Rock always did, and the big guy picked up the pace, moved a little faster, a little harder, pushing them all. Every stroke pushed Rig deep into him, making him shudder as that hard cock slid over his gland. Oh, fuck. He cried out, hands hard on Rig as he came again, squeezing hard around Rig's prick.

  "Pretty!” Rig jerked between them, head thrown back as heat filled him.

  Rock groaned and thrust harder, making him and Rig shudder through aftershocks and then Rock was coming, too, roaring.

  Rig settled down against him, cheek on his shoulder, snuggling. “Damn, we're good."

  Rock chuckled and he laughed, but he had to admit Rig was right. After all, they'd convinced Rock to do this instead of eat pi
e and they hadn't even tried very hard.

  Of course, this way? Rock got a happy, snuggly Rig who might just feed it to him, with long kisses between bites.

  Damn, Rock was good.

  Chapter Twelve

  Dick drove into the carport, grinning at the sight of Rig's convertible. Awesome. Rock was working late, and he hadn't been sure if he'd be home alone, or if he'd have company. He was pleased he wouldn't be on his own.

  He had a bag full of fried chicken and biscuits and mashed potatoes and a big bottle of Coke, along with bite-sized brownies, and he didn't want to eat alone. There were a lot of things that were better shared. Grinning, he set the bags of food down on the kitchen table and wandered through the house, looking for Rig.

  In the end, he found the man on the deck, blueprints scattered all around, lying in the sun with a blanket over him, fast asleep. Just after six and not only was Rig home, but asleep?

  Funny, now that Dick thought about it, Rig had still been in bed when he'd gotten up this morning, too. Maybe Rig was coming down with something.

  Dick decided to let the man sleep, and he grabbed his books, setting himself up to study out on the deck. Before long, he was absorbed in his Psych 101 studies.

  The front door opened and closed, then the back door did, and he looked up, frowning at Rock. Goddamn. It had gotten dark. Late. After nine. And a glance over at Rig proved him to be still asleep. “Hey. There's chicken in the kitchen. Probably cold now."

  "You didn't have to wait for me to eat."

  "We didn't. Exactly. Rig's sleeping."

  One of Rock's eyebrows went up and he went over to the hammock, shaking Rig's shoulder.

  Rig groaned, sitting up a little, looking about as grey as could be. “What? What's up?"

  "Shit, Rig. You're sick again.” Rock growled and manhandled Rig up into his arms. “Get the door, kid."

  He hurried over to the door. Damn it, Rig had only just gotten over a bad cold that had just lingered and lingered.

  "I'm okay. Just tired. Long day.” Rig didn't fight, though. He just leaned in, eyes closing again.

  Long day? Rig had been home and already asleep when he'd come in. Dick met Rock's eyes over Rig's head. What could he say?